Tunic: Ross — Jeans: Goodwill (Levi’s) — Flats: Thrifted (Born) — Earrings: Vendor on campus
Ooh, girl! Work it in front of the Shoe Pavilion, that’s right!
Yeah, so on Sunday Mike and I hied ourselves to San Francisco, partially to do some shopping and partially to escape the unrelenting heat of the Valley. (It was 102 the day before and I spent a lot of time napping in self-defense.) And shop we did! Mike bought some very natty dress shoes at Allen Edmonds, and then we went a-gawking at Barneys–ostensibly to look for a pair of those Naked & Famous pomegranate-dyed jeans, but in reality to look at fashionable people, and also to ogle what had to be simultaneously the ugliest and most expensive pair of shoes that I’ve ever held in my dirty little hands. Good god, y’all. But Nordstrom Rack rekindled my faith in articles of clothing that don’t cost 90% of my paycheck, and I walked on outta there with a new cardigan and a cute pair of ikat shorts.
Somewhere between all that, I also
demanded that graciously allowed Mike to take some pictures of me, which we were able to do for about twenty seconds before we had to get out of the way of people actually looking to get on BART instead of just loitering with a camera.
But it was enough! Despite the fact that it rumples easily, I’m fond of this tunic; it’s nice to have some garments that make me break out of my usual fitted-top-full-skirt silhouette, and the yellow and blue makes me so happy.
Of course, we didn’t just go shopping. We also ended up at the Fillmore Street Juneteenth Festival, purely by coincidence, and took the opportunity to enjoy awesome blues music, watch well-dressed people dance, and scarf some food. (Seen above: a truly enormous piece of catfish with garlic fries. Michael got an Italian sausage and some grilled corn, but those were gone before I could take a picture.)
By the time we left for home, fog was descending over the city, and it was actually kind of pleasant to head back into the relative warmth of the Valley evening. I wish I could go to the Bay Area more often (read: I want to live there oh please oh please), but I’m certainly not going to turn up my nose at visits like this.
Speaking of noses…
Heh. Heheheh. Heheheheheheh. Heh.